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APOLOGY (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

MASTERED BY ZACH RABBIT
PRODUCED BY YOUNG STOVE
Lyrics :
[Verse 1]
Mane I been here too many times before
scared with no damn where to go.
Gripping on my plastic tone,
hopin im gone make it home.
Sirens closing in on me.
Duck off through the backstreets .
Threw my hoodie in the trash,
descriptions won't be fittin me
Blasted on that ass
without no mask and now i'm here...
Pussy niggas layin wounded
kuz they didnt think I will.
But I did and that's they ass
and now my ass is on the run.
I was gone before his body fell,
Blood filled up his lungs.
Because this is what you get
you fuck with mine and that's a homicide.
Killer in my nature bitch
my family name is full of pride.
We don't bar no shit, bitch that's yo life
if we come get yo ass.
If I must then i would sacrifice
to see this nina blast.
Now that's that shit that you can not relate to 
bitch i'm built for war...
People killing people,
I done seen it too many times before.
I was brought up in family 
full of violence and death.
I could use this hatred to crush
anyone til nothings left.
You don't know me bitch
My nigga Harris is my last name...
Anna that we pack could burn 
Satan himself with massive flames.
I cant help it trick
kuz I was born into this crazy shit.
Uncles killing uncles,
mommas, daddys, cousins in the pen.
Imagine being 4 years old
and blood was splattered all over the room.
Family members fighting
covered head to toe in crimson goo.
wondering why the people that I loved 
was filled with so much hate.
back against the wall with no idea
as what i'm sposed to do.
Back to reality, thats one mo casualty.
Niggas be talkin, and know nothing bout me
I run wit a tec tryna wet up the enemies
to the extremity, horrible energy.
Releasing this demonic entity
Boost my abilities
damage me mentally...
Take one mo swig of the energy
boost my adrenaline
this is my penalty.
Nigga i'm leaning 
my vision impaired 
all of the adrenaline gone,
Mane its dark
and i'm way too far away from home.
I don't think i'm gonna make it back this time
layin there, possessed, gripping on a empty 9...
[Verse 2]
Jump up out my sleep
I heard a noise that shit done startled me.
Dropped the mag and looked,
its not a single bullet in the heat!
Who could it be?
Is it the police kuz they haven't caught me yet
Or maybe its the homies of 
the niggas i left bloody wet.
Fuck it mane
Tryna think but I ain't got no time for dat
I jumped this fence dipped
from the neighborhood through the back
I don't know what it is but
Zach will not go out like that
lot niggas hatin'
anyone could be the nigga that
woke me up up out my sleep.
I pray the lord my soul to keep
incase this nigga catch up
or i don't make it back home in one piece.
now mane ain't this is a bitch...
Dead end, fuck i'm stuck.
I cant go back that way mane but right here,
i'm a sitting duck.
Turned around and ran 
when i looked up i seen a silhouette 
of a myself, blast me in my chest
left me bloody wet.
Walked up stood over me
reloaded his 9
now i'm fosho
that I will not make it home this time.
blast me in my face
one twice, then a third.
My eyes burned from watching
the muzzle flash, makin' my stomach churn
All this heat that I feel.
God damn, ain't this a bitch.
I can feel my feel myself fading out, 
mane this is it
then a forth, then the fith shot woke me out my sleep
sweatin' in my bed, i'm confused, i still feel the heat
3am in the south, Rabbit smoking on the trees
tryna ease my brain
from a dream inside a fuckin dream...

PARALYSIS (PROD. YOUNG STOVE)

BEAUTIFUL CATASTROPHE (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

broken into peices once lil rabbit
hit this fuckin stang
bitch dont try to run
kuz you cant run faster than hollowtips
this nigga flexin somthin
ima buck em
give me all that shit
mane im way too quick
you know they dont call me rabbit for nothin
ima cause disruption
in yo household when i kick the door
lay em on the flo
bitch give me dough before i get to bussin
bullets through these niggas mane
you bitches make me fuckin sick
flexin hard asf but now its mine
and there is no discussion
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once again its 3am
and im still out here hittin stains
break this busta pocket 
into peices when lil rabbit buckin
niggas down like everyday
you bustas best to stay away
stressin so i hit the yay
the coca got lil rabbit jumpin
up and down the fuckin block
grippin on a plastic glock
100 dollars to my name
mane thats all i fuckin got
time for me to hit a stain
hoping its gon be my last
karmas been a bitch 
but lately shes been tryna get my ass
lately things been feelin funny
niggas actin tougher now
just the other day i put a pistol
to this nigga face 
kuz usually they listen but this nigga
actin hard n fuck
45 to his face had made him soft
and he began to run 
so act tough if you want to
i dont buy it, you dont look convincing
nigga wouldnt scare me if his gun was bigger than my arm
kuz rabbit mane nigga dont bar that shit
i keep a big tone for all that shit
nigga get broke into peices once
lil rabbit mane release shells from a gun
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Broken into peices
youll be broke into peices
broke into peices from the stain...(x3)

BROKEN INTO PEICES (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

KNICCA NAMED RABBIT (PROD. NORTH SOULJA)

Lyrics:
The Z, The A
The C the H
Gotta nigga jumpin
when a nigga get to gunning
im give the nigga something
that'll push em into half life
shoot em with a tommy
thatll hit em in the body
nigga body after body
ima make a nigga act right
chopp em with the choppa
then i put em in a bag
ima drag me a nigga like bleez
nigga please
pussy nigga know betta 
you niggas gotta learn
when i burn me a nigga
flames coming out the heat
shootin little bullets
that'll make em all retreat
tried to run but i skeet
bullets hit em in the knees
cant move quicker
than the nigga named rabbit
make em dance to beat
when im shootin at his feet
lil bitch ass nigga wanna buck
but the nigga aint tuff
and the nigga and cut from the same cloth
young zach rabbit gotta beat a bitch 
nigga to the ground
run the pockets fo im 
rippin all the chains off

separate em
ima demonstrate a surgical operation
a nigga get to cuttin with a chainsaw
when im rapping im spitting the magical
power of souls that i devour when 
im killin all these lames off
niggas fuckin wit me mane
im bringin the heat mane
im ready to burn niggas and take off
that nigga rabbit got a impeccable flow
a nigga rappin like i only know how to rap
and i cant talk

you betta quit fuckin playin nigga
ima get to sprayin nigga
bullets thatll hit a nigga frame nigga
old bitch ass lame nigga
wanna come and bang with us
pussy nigga know he can not hang wit us
got niggas that'l kill you
millimeter fill you
up with the bullets that'l peel you
its plain and simple
chrome 45 in his cheek
like god damn dimple

RABBIT MANE (PROD. YUNG GRAVES)

mar·tyr
/ˈmärdər/
noun
1.
a person who is killed because of their religious or other beliefs.
"saints, martyrs, and witnesses to the faith"
Lyrics:
It was never once upon a time
A couple dozen times upon a time
a nigga had to ride for the chedda
it gets worse so i do this for the better
hoping the police dont catch me
with this oversized beretta
come up off of everything is what he betta do
i aint got no sympathy or empathy for none of you
its very true
rabbit put a hole through every one of you
like posters
bullets leave a nigga nauseous like roller coasters
Splash Niggas, lately ive been too nice
Sitting on my ass broke, tryna be mister do right
i be tempted, 
Kuz rabbit got a infrared beam
what you mean, if i wanted i could hit you in yo splien
Shot too mean
i clean areas out
From roof to floor
Rabbit take everything out ya house
these niggas oughta know betta
oughta know what im bout
but he dont
grab him by his collar
drag em out his house
into the streets
See me and you we really aint the same
my whole demeanor changed when my homies lost his brains
They popped in his face and his mothafuckin chest
He was tryna feed his fam
out here doing his fuckin best
My bro asked me rabbit what you doin today
get money robbin niggaz, i dont know a better way
Ive started countless beefs in these mothafuckin streets
sticking pistols to niggas face tryna get something eat 
boi it brazy

If i die in these streets tryna feed my family
Its ok, ill be ya fuckin martyr
provide by any means what i believe
and if i die in these streets tryna do so
ill be ya fuckin martyr
Rabbit mane, yall best remember the name
if i die before my work pays off
ill be ya fuckin martyr
Ill endure all of this agonizing pain
to make sure that my family straight...
ill be the fuckin Martyr (till fade out)

THE MARTYR (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

BUCK EM IN DA BRAIN (PROD. YOUNG STOVE)

Lyrics:
fresh up out the county jail
broke den a bitch
got bills due quick
so im finna hit a stain
jumpin out the bushes
it will be rabbit mane
9 millimeter blast
send ya back where ya came
kreepin thru yo hood,
i cant find a better way
with the tec thang hangin off my mothafuckin waist
Running down the street
ion need another case
if a nigga follow me
ima buck em in the face

Im the z-a-c, ill never be a clown
watch you die, throw yo body in the mothafuckin trash
i blast on niggas in the face, no mask
rabbit mane in ya house,
and im lookin for the cash
trigger finga itchin
this yo mothafuckin fate
Molotov in yo house
make the whole thang blaze
pussy niggas aint safe
issa tone on my waist
nigga rabbit on the run
tryna take ya life away

HOME SWEET HOME (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

PUNK MOTHAFUCKA YOU GON HEAR THIS AND FEEL ME
Lyrics:
Deep in the south
Me and my niggas we out here
if you aint from round here
then get the fuck from round here
rabbit mane
bitch im strapped for niggas
that clown here
fuck talkin
me and mines, be bussin em rounds here
say that you a gangsta
well i, dont believe ya
smoke yo bitch ass just
like junts of reefa
rabbit want all the smoke
yessuh, ima cheefuh
gettin to the cheese just like chester cheeta
everythang be cool till ya
talkin shit
you aint no mane kuz 
when im round you, stitch ya lips
talkin behind my back just
like a bitch
pull up on him in streets
then split his wig
everybody hard till i 
pul up on a nigga wit a real big gun
this skinny ass nigga make a big nigga run
These niggas aint gang,
I bang for fun
Nigga aint with that shit
you flaugin hoe 
you aint no gangsta
hoopin and hollin
and totin that strap
dont bust, bitch yous
a pranksta
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Nigga walked up
I dont see him often
Colors on his clothes
I dont see them often
Asked him what he from
and he got offended
It was cool till he jumped
up, then i had shot him
Mane you done fucked up,
now i done offed him
Many niggas tried
ive brought pain to all dem
I aint want no problems but
he want to kill me
kuz of what im from
and what i will still be
Real nigga ways i was
raised round pimps
macs playas and gangstas
i aint no simp
This pistol on me so big
that it, make me limp
Nigga think he all that
and a bag of chips
you aint shit

MY H77D /SMILE IN MY FACE (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

WILLBLAST PT 2 (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

I used to have a friend
i dont know where he went
We were inseparable
Until one day he left
All he left was a note
but it wont tel me where
he went so now im here
i need another friend
But thats enough about me
how did you make it here?
did someone leave you here?
Nobody likes it here
im sure he's fine without me
but i just wonder where
I know he isnt here...

I used to have a friend
we were the best of friends
we were inseparable
until on day she left
poor mister misery
nobody hangs with me
They'll all eventually
leave mister misery
nobody likes me now
it seems i cant compete 
everyone that i meet
will eventually leave
i bid you stay away
please stay away from me
woe unto misery

I used to have some friends
i dont know where they went
We were inseprable
untill one day they left
i think they hated me
poor mr. misery
please stay away from me
woe unto misery

Misery Misery
Poor old Mister Misery
I'll keep you some company....

POOR OLD MR. MISERY (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

scopin out dis house
late at night
finna hit a stang
it dont feel great
once again 
its the same old thang
same old dance and jig
same old dawg with the same old tricks
stangin like a wasp
prayin one these stangs gone make me rich.
hopin that i see a mill
thats enough to make me kill
Money cant buy joy?
how when im broke i dont know how to feel?
baby need some baby food
i need a new pair of shoes
i been nice for way too long
i think its time i touched this fool
I been watchin you
yeah dawg i been watchin you
I cant wait to stang this fool
mane i damn near been stalkin you
Wait till you alone or you aint there
either way is fine
i kick in the door
i know he wont argue with this 9
i know you don't feel me mane
but you finna feel dis pain
if you don't increase the time
it takes for you to get me paid
point me to the stash
fo' you see a early grave
i aint playin wit cha ya mane
this tone will take ya life away

I BEEN WATCHIN' YOU (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

RIP KOOPSTA KNICCA
Lyrics:
I shall leave his body numb
leave his body numb?
I should leave his body numb every time i catch you slippin.
Dead nigga up in my trunk
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WELLLLLLL
Who want funk?
Well a young nigga
gotta big gun for a bitchnigga
who want sum.
rabbit mane'a buck em
fo i lock em in da trunk
no love for a bitch nigga
Mane dont jump.
Boom boom bang
be the sound of the thang
when i hit another stain 
fo i leave em in da rain.
Voices in my head
sayin do the the shit again
Kuz a nigga pocket hurtin
so i gotta bring the pain
Mane
what the fuck you niggaz really thinkin
once a nigga get to drankin
ima be so drunk
I dont give a fuck
when a nigga so drunk
kuz a nigga will blast
and you niggas will run
Dump, dump dump dump
on you fools
fucking with that knicca rabbit
and mane you will lose
when i got a nigga running 
till its holes in his shoes
Losin grip
bitch nigga dont slip
dont slip dont slip dont slip dont slip

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